The 100th Post


Does it really matter that this is my 100th post? Probably not, I only just recently noticed that in the create area they’re numbered & so it shows how many entries I’ve posted here & in other places.

Yes I have a lot of free time right this minute & so I can just write at my leisure but I have found that there’s never enough time for everything you want to do & so I have stopped even trying to post on my heavy work nights (those are the ones where I work – often overtime- & come home needing to go back to work the next morning, unlike most people that only occours 2 days of my week but I do work a 10 hour day minimum so I take my sleep pretty seriously if I have to go back to work the next morning!)

So,  100 posts, considering how many memes I do it’s probably more like 60 posts, I love mems, but I don’t consider them posts really, more like a game or a fun thing to glance over. Not actual writing, of course being a reader I don’t consider my blog entries to be actual writing either, more like whining with a little (I hope) introspection thrown in.

I started back in Februaury & I wasn’t too sure I’d keep with it, I used to write a lot when I was a teenager but after my ex & I moved back to VA in 1997 I burned all my writings from the teenage years (it was partly a practical thing, we couldn’t afford a newspaper subscription & needed paper to burn to light fires in our wood stove- man I do NOT miss those days) I still have my diaries from back then & once, on annother blog, considered putting some excerpts out there but being homeschooled back then & only having a couple of friends I led a pretty boring exsistence so after browsing through one or two of them for a few hours one day & coming up with about 2 lines I felt I could use I gave up on that Idea. (I was also pretty spoiled, selfish & hateful- at least in my diary if not in public back then & my kids would have raked me over the coals. I had intended to put the whole vacation to Mass on the blog & it is in the works, but I’ll be past posting it, slipping it in as if I posted it at the time I was doing the things on the blog, my private blog has that info already on it, I wrote blog entries by cell phone & posted with pictures each day either early in the am while the kids were asleep or late in the evening when they were bathing or asleep again. Cell phone posts are ok, but they advertise my cell phone company & they also somehow get all these little mistakes, either I’m transposing letters or for instance every post ends with the last word broken up with an ‘!’ in the middle of the word! So I’m working on combining posts (you only get a thousand words on a cell post) to make a diary of the vacation on here. (working on it means I’ve copied all the words out of the private blog onto notebook & have 1 line written in my ‘retranslation’ of what I was trying to say there!- I’m very slow)

Back when I started the blog I wasn’t really set on any one thing I wanted out of it. I knew I didn’t want it to be a place where I just bitched about work or about the kids etc. though I do a fair share of bitching about both of those subjects, along with my annoyance with Tripod though really, since I’m not paying for this I shouldn’t really bitch too much. But no spell check? how can they do that? I’m just a really poor speller is most of the problem.

I also didn’t really want to be too political, I do put stuff which is interesting to me on here occasionaly. that Peak Oil thing the other day still has me thinking in depth about what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. For the most part though I try not to put too much on here one way or the other, I notice that Tripod ‘tries’ to tailor the ads they put at the top of your blog to what you’re writing about, mine has been surprisingly religious, I’m not religious, I’m Unitarian, brought up in that church & would go weekly if I didn’t a) live 40+ miles from the nearest church & b) work on Sundays most weeks (I understand the current head of my religion would be annoyed to hear me say that being Unitarian means I’m not religious, But Unitarianisim as I understand it to be is that whatever speaks to me, personaly is what it is to me, wasn’t that what all those years of learning about other religions in sunday school was for?)

I’m always interested to read what other people my age are saying & thinking though, probably due to my parents not ever talking down to me & being homeschooled I didn’t fit in too well with most kids my own age & most of my friends both as a child & an adult are older than me by at least 4 years & much more in some cases. (except Chrissie & my Cousin Jen they’re both 68 babies just like me) Then there’s the fact that my ex is 5 years younger than me & so I hung around with a younger crowd for nearly 10 years while with him. Not a lot of exposure to people my own, exact age & so I’m always interested to see what they have to say on their blogs. I have to say though, that I’m a born lurker, I hate to comment & rarely can think of anything to say which doesn’t sound stupid to me in retrospect!

I love posting pictures, mostly of the kids, I admit, but it’s a fun thing to do & they get a kick out of seeing themselves on the computer, Miss 16 comes on here & reads what I’ve written occasionaly then yells a lot but I ignore her, she’s got myspace, I have this, it all works out in the end.

So, maybe after 100 posts it’s time to change the format or the color? I’ve been feeling restless, Look out!

Picture is from Friday when I relaxed in my hammock for a few hours hanging out with miss 10 & then miss 16 when she got home an hour after the little ones.  I was planning on reading but visiting with the kids is much better.

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